Quatrain Of Big Bang Poem by Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain Of Big Bang



Matter, so densely packed
even God could not observe
it,

Escaped from a holy lab where
thy Heavenly Throne doth
sit.

Fortune spared thy Creator
when the explosion took
place,

Ah! the Almighty was cleverly
hiding far out in deep
space!

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